ANDREA HARRISON

INDEPENDANT ANDREA FROM TWD

based off of twd comics & show.

created on 29/06/15

#safetyisms

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we don't die

survivors have
scars,
victims have
graves...

the authour

my name is lauren, you can call me lozzie if you like.
i'm currently studying at university which means i won't be around all the time.
i aspire to be a screenwriter one day.
i live in london, which makes my timezone GMT.
i'm semi-private, which means i can be picky with who i write with, but it's unlikely.
i'm a lovely person! don't be afraid to approach me.

i know how the safety works

i'm currently accepting all plotting requests & threads with anyone who'd like one.

my ask box is always open too, so feel free to send me asks!

IMPORTANT:

all icons on this page that i use in my threads are mine! i made them myself. i'd like it very much if none of them were stolen from me without credit being given.


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nxbodysbitch:

  He was out here somewhere, yesterday he had let him get away only because Eugene was hurt and he needed help getting back to the camp. Rosita’s voice pulling him back from the woods, he needed to help his family–he’d be back for revenge. Now he was out in the woods, he had his bike stashed under some brush and was looking for the man. He had been following tracks that lead deeper into the woods but then they went cold, he had been a bit clumsy with his feet snapping a twig and he saw a flash of a person ahead of him and he quickly aimed his crossbow and then relaxed slightly realizing it was only Andrea.

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  “Didn’t know ya were out here.”He said, “Wasn’t tryin’ to startle ya.”He murmured.

   She wasn’t entirely sure why the leather winged hunter was lurking through 
   the forest with his crossbow  continuously  aimed.  He  wasn’t  hunting  for 
   food, he was hunting for people. She  glanced  around  before  resting  her 
   icy orbs on the older man. He seemed frustrated, distant –  he  wasn’t  his 
   usual self, he was on a determined mission. She cocked  her  head  to  the 
   side, curious as to what he was doing out here. She was oblivious to it,  to 
   the fact Denise had been murdered brutally by  the  saviours.  She  wasn’t 
   smiling anymore, she was worried,  she  expressed  concern  towards  the 
   hunter. 

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   She set her rifle aside, resting against a tree & walked towards him.  There 
   was a pit in her stomach, like she knew  someone  was  gone.  She  could 
   tell from his eyes, it was the same look she’d carried for so long after  her
   kid sister was taken from her – LOSS. 

   ❝ – did something happen? ❞

   Her tone has spiralled from happy, as happy as she could possibly be, to
   worry & panic. 

# ii. nxbodysbitch   # ii. alexandria  

    It’s not unusual for Andrea  to  be  hunting  for  supplies  this  early  in  the 
    morning. Sometimes, people pass through the woods & don’t make it out,
    usually leaving supplies behind. That’s Andrea’s job, to collect them once
    it’s safe to do so. With a knife attached to her hip & a rifle in  both  hands, 
    she slowly prowls through the trees, hoping not to come  across  walkers 
    or worse, other survivors.

    Hearing rustling nearby, she turns swiftly, rifle aimed, only  to  face  Daryl.
    She’s thankful that it’s him, that it wasn’t anyone else. Lowering her  gun, 
    she narrows her eyes at him.

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    ❝ Next time, make yourself known instead of jumping out at me. ❞

    There’s a brief smile before she remembers the task at hand. 

# nxbodysbitch   # ii. nxbodysbitch   # ii. alexandria   # { i'm gonna base this before daryl gets taken by the saviours. give us some relief. c; }